The Golden Circuit

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The parchment is damp, not with the condensation of the dungeon air, which smells of wet stone and old iron, but with your own sweat, the slick evidence of a mind trying to hold a shape that refuses to be held, and you sit on the cold flagstones of the antechamber beneath the High Court, where the shadows stretch long and thin like the fingers of the dead reaching for the light that has never...

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